Mansa Musa by Skengdo ft. AM 410 Guitar Chords
[Intro]
Bm Bm D D
G G A A
[Chorus – AM – X2]
Bm
Du-du-du-da
D G
Corn come fat like Buddha
A
Banged to the face from Unah
Em
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Gbm
Man coulda’ got that .35
G
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That’s me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Bm
Du-du-du-da
D G
Corn come fat like Buddha
A
Banged to the face from Unah
Bm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
D
Man coulda’ got that .35
Em
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
A
That’s me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 1 – Skengdo]
Bm
Hold on, hold on
D
Man’s still running their mouth
G
All now I ain’t been touched
A
Don’t ever use me for clout
Bm
More time I’ve been doing up work
D
And this prick’s tryna draw me out
Em
But it’s cool, it’s calm, it’s great
Bros rolling with Chief Keef now (bang bang)
Bm
Bare “bro-bro, run-run quick!”
D
Du-du-du-du-bow
G
Zip those lips your prick
She sucked my dick, and you’re lipsing it down
Em
Turn it you’re throwing no fist
Gbm
You ride that *shh* and you know xing xiao
G
I don’t care if you’re old or young
You violate me, you’re a stupid clown
Bm
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
D
Black blade ching bare faggots
G
Neck, back, chest; that’s bare damage
A
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Bm
Lurk round there, watch everyone panic
D
Black blade ching bare faggots
Em
Neck, back, chest; that’s bare damage
Em
Soon all of my bros live lavish
Bm
Hate the bitch, can’t go to the station
G
She’s asking me hella questions
I think she works for the bacon
Em
Minimal trust for her
Gbm
For all I know she fucks with the pagans
G
And they wanna try call up snitch
No one ain’t snitching, you’re just dumb
N.C.
We don’t give a toss, no we don’t rate them
[Chorus – AM – X2]
Bm
Du-du-du-da
D G
Corn come fat like Buddha
A
Banged to the face from Unah
Em
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Gbm
Man coulda’ got that .35
G
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That’s me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Bm
Du-du-du-da
D G
Corn come fat like Buddha
A
Banged to the face from Unah
Bm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
D
Man coulda’ got that .35
Em
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
A
That’s me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
[Verse 2 – AM]
Bm
Push that work man’s getting it
D
Grab my man, that’s leverage
G
I ain’t gonna stop this madness
A
Till I see bones and skeletons
Bm
OD handting, that’s a Remington
D
Shotgun, B-Side like belling them
Em
I keep telling them
Em
Now I keep telling them
That a man did pressure them
Bm
No head for the corn, it’s different
No entry wound, just ripping it
G
Young boy said the trap don’t work
Put rocks in your line, start kicking it
Em
Her stress that shit, start cooking it
Gbm
Bad B too brown, start whooping it
G
Shotgun come like thunder
N.C.
When they hear that sound, they’re shook of it
Bm
Loads of clapping
D
I get bull for the madting sadting
G
That should affect my actions
A
No way cause a man’s too active
Bm
Gang ting; pull up on yutes, like random
D
Like why should I allow you this time?
Em
Either way, man’s still gonna crash him
Em
Cah they weird, they love that chatting
Bm
I don’t want love, that shit’s distracting
But I like that one
G
And it may sound weird
But do you wanna stroke my gun?
Em Gbm
You’re dirty, I was gonna make that percey
G
Good one got the Magnum worksy
Good one that one get them all flirty
[Chorus – AM – X2]
Bm
Du-du-du-da
D G
Corn come fat like Buddha
A
Banged to the face from Unah
Em
How you gonna touch my mulah?
Gbm
Man coulda’ got that .35
G
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
That’s me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
Bm
Du-du-du-da
D G
Corn come fat like Buddha
A
Banged to the face from Unah
Bm
How you gonna touch my mulah?
D
Man coulda’ got that .35
Em
But I want bread like Mansa Musa
A
That’s me tryna eat right
Everyone knows that I love my tuna
